The Three Palaces and Six Gates can be said to be the most powerful force in the entire atrium, and the relationship has always been relatively stable, which is quite good.

Although there are countless open and secret struggles, they have also made progress together. Grandma Chenggui is a hunchbacked old woman, with a thin body and her head almost hanging down. She has to try to raise her head when looking at people, which seems very reluctant.

However, the mother-in-law's expression was so slim that she could not tell at all that she was old except for her body looking old, and her words and deeds were not as good as her expression.

Hearing the fake old Taoist words, the grandmother Cheng Gui snorted coldly and said, "Fake old Taoist, the three palaces and six sects have been fighting each other for so many years. Have you ever heard of who wants to admit defeat?"

There were about a hundred people in the group of Ghost Grandma, except for a few old men, all the others were mostly disciples. Obviously, there were many disciples in Tiansheng's sect, and they all looked heroic and extraordinary. Even women were mostly in the holy realm.

Especially a handsome young man next to the old woman, with a calm and easy-going smile on her face, following the Ghost Grandma, neither humble nor arrogant. The breath on her body is as vast as the sea. If she only judges the breath and does not look at her appearance, no one can guess that a monk with such a terrifying aura is actually just a young man.

As soon as Grandma Chenggui and others appeared, almost everyone in the martial arts sect on Lotus Mountain set their eyes on the young man.

"Weng Yongli!"

The fake old Taoist squinted his eyes and looked at Weng Yongli, who stood out from the crowd, and said with a smile: "The power of qi and blood on his body has become more and more pure. It seems that Tiansheng Sect must have been cultivated in love over the years."

This is nonsense. Which force has not trained a disciple of Quanyang Holy Root?

The ghost-like mother-in-law seemed to enjoy this feeling very much. She squinted her eyes and smiled constantly, and her figure seemed to be less hunched.

Weng Yongli looked normal and gave a standard disciple gift to the fake old Taoist, neither humble nor arrogant, and said with a laugh: "Disciple Weng Yongli has seen Senior Jia, and Senior Jia praised it. I feel that the aura of Junior Sister Miaoyi makes me feel a special pressure."

Hearing this, everyone present changed slightly.

Grandma Cheng Gui snorted coldly and said, "Although Lin Miaoyi's Miaoshui holy root is not as good as Quanyang's holy root, it is not much inferior. The fake old Taoist must have spared no effort to cultivate it. Now it seems that he wants to compete with the old man."

Weng Yongli looked at Lin Miaoyi without any concealing his admiration, and a group of people around him looked at him sideways.

Lin Miaoyi nodded with a dull expression, and said, "How dare you compare with Senior Brother Weng."

Seeing that the disciples were more humble, the fake old Taoist and the Ghost-in-law both snorted coldly.

The two of them are usually in front of the stern face, but no one is convinced by each other. Now the disciples of all the elites are all elite. This time, the Sanshan Conference is to find a leader who enters the Great Wilderness Emperor Road, and no one is willing to fall behind.

Grandma Cheng Gui and the fake old Taoist stared at each other. After glaring for a while, they both started to laugh.

The fake old Taoist stroked his beard and said with a playful look: "I don't know which disciple that old guy Zhou Tong would bring to him."

Speaking of Zhou Tong, Cheng Gui's grandma sneered and said, "The Tianjue Sect has left and memorized. There has not been a wonderful and beautiful apprentice in so many years. Apart from that girl Yun Jin, who else can stand at the event of these three mountains?"

The fake old Taoist shook his head and said, "Although Yun Jin's talent is good, he is timid and soft-hearted, and his great potential is wasted. If the person who came is Yun Jin's, then this three-mountain event will become a competition between you and me."

When he heard Yun Jin's name, he was still looking at Lin Miaoyi's Weng Yongli's smile without any objection. Lin Miaoyi frowned, and her hands holding the sword couldn't help but tighten.

"Junior sister, that Weng Yongli has been watching you." A middle-aged woman beside Lin Miaoyi whispered, her face full of strange looks.

Lin Miaoyi nodded and said, "I know!"

His voice was empty, as if he was not contaminated with the mortal world. Lin Miaoyi was better than snow, and his temperament was simple and elegant, but he seemed to have not taken such a thing to heart.

The middle-aged woman snorted coldly and said, "Everyone said Weng Yongli was righteous and unfair. Senior sister thinks that this person looks hypocritical, but in fact he is a very cunning person. Junior sister, please be careful, don't be deceived by this person's appearance."

Lin Miaoyi smiled, looked at Weng Yongli, shook her head and said, "Senior sister, don't talk about others behind the scenes. What does Weng Yongli have to do with us?"

The middle-aged senior sister was stunned and said, "Senior sister just can't stand Weng Yongli's arrogant look."

Weng Yongli saw Lin Miaoyi and the smile on his face suddenly rippled. But when he was halfway through, Lin Miaoyi's gaze had already withdrawn and he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Even so, many female disciples on Qinglian Sect took a breath, their voices were so loud that even the middle-aged senior sister frowned.

"These ignorant women!"

The middle-aged senior sister was angry that she did not fight and glared around for a while, and was immediately praised by many male disciples.

The fake old Taoist and the Chenggui Grandma turned a blind eye to what was happening around them. Now the two of them are most concerned about when, as the bad old man Zhou Tong, can come.

...

The fake old Taoist and the Chenggui Grandma never thought that Zhou Tong, who was thinking about it, was almost plucking his hair away.

On the mountain, he was as powerful as Zhou Tong. He squatted on the ground like an angry child. No matter how Yang Zhen pulled him, he would not leave.

"I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave anymore. I'm a little doubting about life now. You start, I want to be quiet!"

With Zhou Tong's strength, how could Yang Zhen move?

After a while, when he heard Zhou Tong's words, Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "You can't do this. You've left halfway, no, it's almost here. If you say you won't leave, you won't leave. Isn't the time to be a saint? Everyone is very busy. What's this? Let's stop doing it?"

"Fuck?" Zhou Tong glared, raised his head suddenly, stared at Yang Zhen's eyes and said, "You are telling me, how do you do it?"

Yang Zhen was stunned and said angrily: "Then you are going to show your head. The Three Mountains Festival is waiting for you to show up. How about you, there is no master here squatting in the snow, isn't you embarrassed to lose it?"

"No shame!"

Zhou Tong said seriously: "It's really not embarrassing!"

Yang Zhen really realized that it is not embarrassing to squat here than going to the Sanshan Festival!

Seeing that Zhou Tong said he would not leave, Yang Zhen simply sat next to Zhou Tong and said with a smile: "Smile?"

Zhou Tong snorted coldly, moved his direction, glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "I can't laugh."

"That Saint will give you a smile?" Yang Zhen grinned, a brilliant group!

Zhou Tong was almost crying, and moved again, saying, "You can laugh with feelings, why did you... I found such a bastard like you, what is your origin?"

Yang Zhen's face darkened, he shook his head and said, "The Buddha said, you can't say it!"

Zhou Tong suddenly wanted to hit someone!
Chapter completed!